Marie stood behind Logan, shaking, his coat wrapped tightly around her body. Her dress hung awkwardly from her frame, and her fishnets bore huge, gaping holes in the knees and thighs. She looked sick, the pallor of her face taking on a yellow-greenish hue in the cheap lighting.

Logan surveyed the destroyed hotel room with grim satisfaction, taking pleasure in the sight of the man's mangled body. He turned and ushered Rogue from the room, telling her that she was never to be bait again, for any reason.

Every step they took crushed glass, and Rogue could only nod numbly.